Hmm.

[ People have asked what he thinks of it of course but the direct question of if he hates or enjoys it? Somehow the simplest question is the hardest one. Godzilla takes a moment to think it over, the drumming of his fingers increasing in tempo. Finally they stop and he nods. ]

Both. Moving amongst the humans, experiencing life as one of them, enjoying their culture and food, these I enjoy. The robbing of my senses, adjusting to movement without a tail, the sense of vulnerability that comes with the lack of natural weaponry... I ill-like that. A mixing bag, as they say.

[ He shrugs and sips his coffee. ]

I lived amongst the earliest humans, you are aware? They built temples for my use as lairs, worshipped me as their deity, in return I protected them. Those were good days, yes, but... not. I did not understand them, as they did not understand me, I was an outsider to them. Here it is different, here I am no god but one of a pack, a single Outsider amongst many, I belong. It is worth the minor vexations, I believe.